Luyện nghe bài hát Black Faces

[Featuring: Nipsey

[Intro: Nipsey
that beat up for me
Really everything, like the
Yeah, yeah, a bit louder
No punch, you that mean that we workin hard

1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich shit, pops was an immigrant
illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so
If I show my west of Texas, thats a big event
Gotta pay me cents just to hear me vent
Im out here on some shit, you should take a flick
on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big in my vision and
I aint failed yet, bout a dollar yes
Im a problem, test, its only getting worse
I swear Im getting money, I just hope you yours
Im killin niggas solo so you Im gettin more
Now that young on the chorus, go

Gambino - Chorus]
This is for that real shit, this is for that East
is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that side
This is for niggas talkin shit on a website
I feel good, you aint feelin nothin
This is for my who be livin dime a dozen
got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, with black faces

[Childish Gambino -
Yeah, black
My rolly so racist, all faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, faces
Yeah, nigga, black
Look, yo I got
Yo, turn, turn it up a
Ay, we go, okay

[Verse 2: Childish
League of my own, swag Geena
Only rapper 100k on your playlist
talk on twitter, but in life they dont say shit
My so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga braces
Wonder what you feelin like, used to be the type
They aint Bino? Man that shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my
of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I dont eat pasta, everything is
I dont fly now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell em the
M Fox to my people on family ties
Magazines got black when somebody dies
I mean look at Summers, she was tryin to survive
People over petty cash
When we should be cryin over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk
Fuck yall, Imma let my ball
Look to the future, these so last week
See me stuntin so Conde
Me and on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black

[Childish - Outro]
Ay, nigga, black
faces
Thats royalty,